Fashion

I wake up hung over too much, half baked before the sun comes up 
Some days it’s not enough 
Long as I got the rent paid, I figure my girl can’t say shit
So I lay around like a bum 
Unmotivated with a mental mansion 
Late on my taxes 
Lakehouse fantasies 
Palpitating for palaces, run with unlaced New Balances
So faded I forget to pray for my mum

Someday I’ll do something to make you feel some type of way somehow 
Someday I’ll become less complacent
Someday I’ll - ah shit I just be saying shit
Convincing myself it’s so close, I could taste it 
Missing the moment immobilized, inebriated 
Choking on a gin and tonic, coughing in cadence 
I break the bank daily just so I don’t have to face it unmedicated 
This shit is dangerous and dumb

I recorded this outside my apt in my car and a motorcycle drove by right as I said dangerous and dumb

Dangerous & Dumb

West coast bravado
Less and less hope for tomorrow
Yo, quick question: you gotta quarter I could borrow?
I’m running out of options like they falling out my pockets
Still talking shit like I got Kim Jongs rockets
I’m the cause and effect, crossed swords with the best
Left scars on a coupla necks to warn off the rest
Metric ton testicles plus momma fed us vegetables
Big red S in a yellow box on my chest
They sit and fester as I’m only getting better
Follow along with your finger as i read between the letters
I’m a seasonal summer storm
Flow stanky like cheese and underarms 
You’ll never catch me chasing the cheddar
And as for the greedy we should grease em and feather em
For stealing peace from every and each of my brethren
I don’t need your respect, I need the restitution
If I don’t see a check soon I need a revolution, and
Resignations on account miseducations
Chase Bank creates slave labor outta missed payments
Rudderless rebel so I’m angry and aimless
Drugs the government peddles got me angsty and anxious
I taste like Himalayan rock salt 
Fresh outta faith but I’m praying like it’s gods fault
Caught in a maze, way to dark out
Lost in a daze spaced out, faded and far out
So focused on my future I forget about my nurture
Slurping spicy ramen noodles tik my heart becomes a burner 
Her eyes see my soul and my heart becomes a burner 
When she’s tired hungry or cold, my heart becomes a burner 
Turn up if you worthless 
This, insurgency is urgent 
I was purposeless know I got the urge to do some earnest shit
Chip off the old block 
Told the devil to kick rocks 
I’ll turn a congressman’s kid to a commie on TikTok
If he flip flop he need to get his shit popped
The halls of power are the already powerfuls pit stop
To the tip top, where the rich walk
And share a laugh with the asshole I told to kick rocks
It’s only couple regrets I hold dearly
Spent the year stressing to express myself clearly
I pledged loyalty wrongly, my ledger is bleary 
Now I’m angling for royalties like I’m Kevin O’Leary


Hollywood Cole: BB King Freestyle with Wayne and Drake

Himalayan Rock Salt

Rapped over 8 a.m. in Charlotte by Conductor Williams and Drake

Well I’ve been stressing about the bank
I confess I’m outta faith
Wrestling with the weight of a anvil made me stand still
Lungs like a landfill
Stomach like a acid pit 
Fucked up my financials from funding all this activist
“Accidental” overdose, the accidental’s wrote in quotes
I hope it’s close
I’m goin ghost like I roll in Rolls
The closed captions can’t capture the whole emotional toll
It’s no passion when bad habits hold total control
And our long term goals are on an hourly basis
And the man on the counter knows our cowardly faces
Maybe a salacious salary should’ve satiated me
But I got creative, got my calories incapacitating me
Each and every day I sleep away the pain wide awake
If you see me in the A.M. then I’m fighting off the shakes
The idea of my eyes clear is as frightening as snakes
I’m blind and baked , uninspired, already fired five blanks

I only see snapshots
Of serenity, my sense of peace
Could fit in a matchbox
My abilities weak
My intentions are pure
But my affinity for drinking it interferes with the cure
It’s a curious thing, this furious fling i have with gin and tonics 
These Smirnoff triple fingers got me tripping like Boston Robotics
I pop bottles methodically
Mix the pot with the bacca leaves
Harp on the “possiblys” like sending your daughters to college

Not deficit of knowledge or impressive it’s a fault
Liquid bread in my bowels and it’s begging to come out
There’s a bounty on my head cuz it’s red in my account
If you doubt it you can check it, check is guaranteed to bounce
Less than mustard seed amounts, is my trust
That there’s a plan for me
I think it’s dust to dust
We just the blossoms on a apple tree
There must be some other option for me
Moms said “talk to God and just watch you’ll see”

So imma try to believe in it
Keep an eye on my needs and my wants and mind the differences
Fire on all pistons
Keep lies at long distance
Mind my own business
Write inspired nonfictions 
Imma chop up the pie in the sky eat it for thanksgiving dinner
I don’t do everything right because God made me a sinner
I bought into the hype and thought it made me a winner
But now I’m following the Light to find my way in the winter

8 a.m. in Ebriate

Writing exercise

Radical’s a masterclass professor
Rappers is ass lickers, take the cash off the dresser
I flash and sparkle under pressure
Turn the trash talk to treasure
Running laps while you paps gawk at your obvious Better
I’m all that and a bag of family size Chex Mix
I got a sore back from feeding fat cats fresh fish
Salmon and albacore are calories I can’t afford
Landlord be hounding me she pounding on the damn door
Pound for pound the greatest 
All these pouty bums basic
Based on all accounts I’ll be counted amongst the A-list
Faceless bosses, nameless monsters
I put a cape on and take on naysayers in a tank top and joggers
These jaded jackoffs ain’t Jack shit
Radical got the game on latch, no Sam Smith
I grab attention like snapchats from a bad bitch
Demanding submission, collect tax and attack ships
Radical got a matchstick dripping in diesel
All I ever needed was a canvas, pen and an easel
You little Caesars are middle fingers to real MCs
You hot and ready I’m calm and steady, you ill at ease

Little_Caesars.wav

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up 

I’m blissfully ignorant, enigmatically miserable
The pen spits tragedies so emphatic and pitiful
Radical attacks instrumentals like criminal acts
Mental acrobat, my next act will be pivotal
More than a little was given and I wasted it all
Bottles of gin got me hitting my face with a wall
All I taste’s salt
I’d like to say it wasn’t my fault
Maybe 88 percent with a dozen on the top
The cousin of faith is hope and I got neither
Just a case of four loko and an eighth of loud reefer
Impatiently awaiting on a star alignment
Didn’t get very far flying on autopilot

So I’m stuck in cycles
Unearthing Bibles
Searching for a verse to turn my luck inside out
I fight the funk but the funk took the gloves off
That’s why I keep a pint tucked in the glovebox

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up

My paycheck say less
Face set in bitter shapes
Praying on a spaceship to take me to a better place
My waist is getting rounder while my brain wastes away
Flailing and floundering, I barely make it through the day
If you piled up all my pain I’d put a mountain to shame
I pop up out the fryer into a fountain of flame
I sound the same when I say I’m bound for fame
Knowing I’m aged out and doused in doubt
I came into the game pouting about the counselors preying
Now I’m praying on calvary ending the drought for rain
I got the haters routed, in this bout I’m Bane
Shout out to all you snakes, I got your trousers stained

I was stuck in cycles
Unearthing Bibles
Searching for a verse to turn my luck inside out
I fight the funk but the funk took the gloves off
That’s why I keep a knife tucked in the glovebox

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up

“4PM in Calabasas” by Drake was produced by Allen Ritter, Ging & Vinylz.

https://youtu.be/mXTi89Le2Ag?si=cR_uv6l412M3rPhA

Gloves Off.wav

In spite of all my turbulence, I’m flyer than a bird gets
I get slurp from dimes while you buying bitches Birkins
I spit curses on your life you might find it disturbing
I’d urge you to kick a rhyme, but a cypher might get you nervous
You got murderous urges but no weapon will prosper, kid
At best you’re a seven, temporary like foster kids
Left off the roster, imposter, accost ya and get off the bid
Chomp ya like Jeff Dahmer did
Stomp ya into cement
I floss like teeth and polish ya off gleaming
I got billion dollar semen
Million dollar smile
My enemies in denial
I’ll stream me skinning em, and leaving em in da Nile
Dick like the miracle mile
Wicked so fear me, I’m foul
These finicky deficits see the best and release bowels 
Big chest and I’m chiefing, I’m cheesing while you frown 
Step out of the crowd, crops cream, dese MCs got downs

Prod. John Downstairs

Dahmer

I get the cannabis from Costco
Gin and tonics out the faucets
Oh, you thought I lost it? Impossible.
I’m dancing with the captor of your soul
Awesome how I turn brass tacks into gold
Can’t hold back now, I’m advancing my goals
Gashing holes in my foes
In action like we rolling, no cameras
I wax passionate both on wax and prose
I provoke reactions from 20 year old’s dads cuz Radical was burying the pole
I’m scary in the post
Got the world’s greatest flow
My girl is Mary to you hoes
Got a fairy on my shoulder thats canary to the coals
Genome rare breed, my seed a prayer for you hoes

And my phenotype is pretty boy
Only evergreen soul still living like a city boy
I’m getting in dos like I’m Tity Boi
The flow gritty, you ain’t eating you a skinny boy

Made the beat and bars this afternoon

phenotype (1).wav

It’s like a prison for dissidents, isn’t it?
I pissed Scripture but forgiveness is fictional, dissonant
Represent ambiguous miracles, I swear the lyrics empirical
Could clear the globe in Amelia’s aerial vehicle
The closers be meticulous so the dozers dialed EMS
Hoes be PMSin, throat goats like whom we be kiddin?
We be written, soul scripting, goal’s to get your spirit lifted
Flow so fucking sick, City of Hope wrote me a dope prescription
I could gift the homeless rent or I could grift the dough and split
The Kosher Kid, every flow is holy moly, so I’m the shit
The nine trick pony, this 9 inches done roped her in
My line items is loads of sins, pretend pious but I poked her friends
We Gold miners like pop Warner
So fire, keep the pot warmed up
Road rangers, blow up pagers
Caged sparrow, I got closed cases
So dangerous I could smoke the pope out
Coulda been famous but I chose the long route
I don’t fuck with strangers cuz their luck contagious
Busted out the manger with the gold and no doubt

city of hope.wav

These colors don’t run, wash, or fade - I’m bolder than ever
You smothered in butter, washer fluid, and unglorious leathers
Late to the function in May but I say it’s the weather 
Roses for road ragers, you fakes is flaky as feta
If you great, I could do better
Matter fact, I paint it redder
I get daps from ancient races from Pangea to Adrastea
You basic as algebra, I’m more calculus headed
The doubters wound up indebted, dickless, or down and out deadwits
I’m dead broke and you inbred, bitch I’m sicker than headcolds
Pedestrians going postal, native aliens in your locals
Yo I’m so dope like I dose daily, they say we the antidote
Aye, we family, and we canning greens
I keep my pasture gleaned 
My pastor mean and honest
I got lack of deep deposits
Prepackaged marijuana in my pockets
Deficient commas
Smacking of hunger, these crackers’ll snack me up or they done for
I’m the man in the jungle, you Jack or jam me up it’s a rumble 
I bag and bundle the vegetables, asparagus with your edibles
Federal notes I got no knack for but the vocab is incredible
I shake your shack up like it’s built from sticks and straw 
You feel like the type of fake ass my click would finish off

https://youtu.be/QoxOiYQnzk4?si=8SmWjRF5PRgUsSTf

Adrastea.wav

Singer-songwriter…

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